Chapter 110: The Method of Departure

Chapter 110: The Method of Departure

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When we think about rigidity in our beliefs or ideas, it can be dangerously limiting and even detrimental.

Historically, the common perception of ghosts is that they are corporeal beings. Even if they evoke fear, one can still see and touch them. They exist in a form we can comprehend.

But this changed for Miles after his experience with the enigmatic ghost coffin. When he ventured into it, his consciousness intertwined with a realm of spirits that stretched across the entirety of Yellow Hill Village. Through this, he came to a startling revelation.

The spirits of Yellow Hill werent like the ones of lore. They werent beings with a physical form; instead, they were manifestations of ideas and concepts. As long as Yellow Hill Village stood, this conceptual spirit would persist, and it was impossible to confine it.

This unique nature of the spirit is what allowed Frank to manipulate the villagers once he entered the coffin. Similarly, after Miless immersion into the ghost coffin, he transitioned from a corporeal being to an almost entirely conscious existence.

However, the real essence of their experiences was that they momentarily lived as this unique spirit of Yellow Hill upon their entry into the coffin.

Frank, however, misinterpreted the coffins function. He believed it to be a magical device that could seamlessly transform humans into traditional ghosts.

But this was a misconception.

Or perhaps, it was a partial truth.

While the coffin held the power to manifest spirits, it wasnt creating a spirit version of Frank or Miles. Instead, it was channeling the distinct spirit of Yellow Hill Village, and the coffin had been explicitly crafted for this entity.

In the current state of affairs, this village ghost had departed from the coffin, and now Frank had taken its space.

Then, just as mysteriously as it disappeared, the village reemerged did it not?! Frank interjected.

Miles nodded in agreement. But it underwent a profound transformation. What returned was not the village the world once knew. It had metamorphosed into an apparition. During its transitory phase, this ghost, still maturing, may have faltered, causing the village to revert to a semblance of its former self, with life continuing as usual, free from discernible anomalies. I perceive this as a mimetic capacity. Much like how a child imitates adults, the ghost emulates the mundane routines of the village.

But mere structures werent sufficient. It required souls inhabitants. The villagers who had mysteriously vanished subsequently reappeared. These individuals werent puppets of the ghost but continued living as they had before, guided by their memories and habits. When a villager passed away, they mourned. When visitors entered, they extended their hospitality. However, their confinement to the village was absolute, for they were integral to the villages very essence. Your venture into the ghost coffin bestowed upon you a modicum of sway over them. This is a testament to your influence over the spectral force here. But thats why you cant exert total dominion over a single villager; they, too, are manifestations of this ghostly entity. Swaying their actions is the best you can manage. To assume complete control, youd have to conquer the spirit ensnared within the coffin.

Franks features danced with a tumult of feelings, with disbelief taking center stage. Though he grappled with Miless unnerving revelations, the inescapable truth was glaringly apparent the ghost persisted as the eerie resonance of footsteps emerged from the enveloping gloom once again as a vague silhouette inched closer to their location.

All signs pointed to the inevitable: the ghost was on the verge of making its presence felt once more. Should they opt to face it head-on, this would mark their second confrontation. But their reserves were depleted, while the ghost seemed at its zenith of power.

If Miles and Frank were to successfully fend off the ghost for another round, it would only pave the way for another confrontation. It was a relentless cycle, with each round intensifying, culminating only when all those capable of containing the spirits were vanquished, giving free rein to the rise of malevolent spirits.

They were now trapped in an inexorable stalemate.

No, Frank declared, his eyes wild and his countenance contorted with fervor, Even if we assume your theory holds water, I still believe theres a window for me to reverse the tide. I can make my way back to the ghost coffin and regain the equilibrium we once possessed.

However, he was interrupted mid-sentence by a hand seemingly wrought forth from the darkest night. Franks head was decapitated in a swift, brutal motion, now being held aloft by the macabre apparition.

Staring with a mix of rage and incredulity, Frank, although beheaded, was still sentient. Miles, is that your doing? he rasped.

Im done playing to your tune, Miles intoned coldly, Ill ensure you dont sabotage my objectives. Our only recourse is to consign that specter back to the ghost coffin. Once achieved, everything that has plagued this land will dissipate, and the paranormal disturbances of Yellow Hill Village will cease. Youre underestimating the threat; you cant master such a potent force.

Rendered immobile and dismembered from his body, Franks fury surged. If youre so convinced about returning the ghost to its coffin, what assurances do we have? What if, in its confinement, it grows exponentially in malevolence? If it breaks free, ever more formidable, who would be equipped to tackle such a behemoth?

Why is it acceptable for you to leave the ghost uncontained for personal motives, yet I cant attempt to restore it to its coffin for my own survival? If and when this specter ever decides to liberate itself, it wont be my problem to solve. Id wager the specialists from HQ will have strategies up their sleeves. Once I ensure this ghost is safely interred within its coffin, my duty is done. Ill bequeath it to the hands of those skilled enough to manage it. Unyielding, Miles asserted, Frank, you ought to be grateful. Were it not for the dread of the ghost lurking within you being unleashed, your demise would have been long sealed.